Tuesday, 1 November 2005

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... and how, she says, channelling Omar Khayyam for no adequately defined reason. Cape Town is having High Winds, TM. Every now and then there's an almighty thump from outside, as the bits of thing left lying around by the Army of Reconstruction hie them madly across the garden and impact on random brickwork. I love this city when it's having a tantrum. Invigorating.

The Marking Pile of Damocles has mostly fallen and the resulting rubble has been almost cleared away, leaving almost-cleared decks for the exams next week. Consequently, I've been reading Neil Gaiman for most of the day, and calling it work. Extended meditation follows, should you be interested. ExpandGaiman ramblings... )

I can see in my future an unavoidable assault on my long-suffering credit card, as I absolutely have to read Anansi Boys in the next ten days, and that means the hardback. Sigh. The things I do for my career.

singing mice

Tuesday, 1 November 2005 04:45 pm
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No, really. Singing mice.

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